EpiphanyTeen angst has sullied, poisoned poetry: Th’ affected woes of countless imbeciles Have made insiped past profundities And rendered weighty musings trite and dull.Epiphany
Such travesty proliferates today, Fueled by self-pitying, deluded folk Who groan, who cry, “The world turns not my way! Alas! I am enslaved by life’s cruel yoke!”
As such, when those who truly are oppressed Attempt to pen what in their minds are caught, Their jaded readers overlook distress, Forsaking writers, trapped with tortured thoughts.
…I helped in rearing empathy’s decay, &
O Exalted AmyO Exalted AmyO Exalted Amy
Since I forgot the joyous day of birth Of Amy Lear, our res’dent superstar, I feel that I must rectify this dearth And draft, for her, a sonnet quite sub par.
So much to say about this lovely girl: I know not even where I should begin. With grace and common sense, she is a pearl Amongst those stupid lumps of coal, her kin.
The tales she tells are most hilarious; Of her computer, family, and life, And stories of her schemes nefarious Have won her many a devoted wife.
But I’m not done; no sir, there’s plenty more; Just b
Terminus Est~ Terminus Est ~Terminus Est
I’ll tell you, reader, of a fated morn When doom of men was henceforth set in stone. A winding stream, meandering forlorn Stood as the world’s dividing line, alone.
‘Twas foggy, cold, and dawn was still far off. The horses nickered, stamping to keep warm. A soldier huddled, stifling a cough; The valley filled with grey and trembling forms.
Their general a-pacing in his tent, Surrounded by his anxious corporals, Debating that with which his mind was rent; The fire burning down its final coals.
The man was Caesar, wa
TriumphTriumphTriumph
Thin clouds floating in the sky Dyed a brilliant red Edged with sunlight’s fiery glow As the great orb bows its head. Its rays grasp the trees’ bare limbs Trying vainly to hold on. Sky dimming to pale lavender, Shadows growing long. With one final, resigned sigh Uttered day after day, The golden disk gives up its fight To dusk, gathering grey.
A raven calls in the fading light: Victory belongs to Night.
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